Futuro!

My friend Sean and I went to National Portfolio day in Dallas, and showed our portfolios to the School of Visual Arts (New York), Sean's dream school. We traveled to a big hotel, and in the big ballroom were hundreds of art students, waiting in lines for hours, literally hours, to show off their stuff to instructors who came from tons of art schools all across the country, even from Canada. And boy, was it intimidating. I've never seen so many incredibly talented artists in one room, most of them around Sean's age and my age.

The instructor from SVA talked to me a lot about potential majors. BUT! Not only was I shaking in my little high-heeled shoes because the girl, also a junior like me, who just finished in front of me was phenomenal (and got a mark on her paper for a scholarship), but EVERYONE there was phenomenal. I realized then that I was no longer at the point where you can get by "just being born with it," like some people say, because all these kids were born with it. We were all now at the point where how good you were depended on how much you worked and the resources availiable to you. It all depended on how much you practiced.

The instructor talked to me about majoring in illustration and told me to start making children's books right away, and also talked to me about taking courses in Advertising for Social Change, which sounded really great. He said so after he saw my "SomeTHINg" picture (which I felt really guilty using my own face for, but I thought the design fit well).

I was all whisked away by the huge amount of art that went into my body on Portfolio Day, and now I'm all thinkin' about college. The big C. COLLEGE.

Something that I've been thinking about more and more is that I would much rather go in as a psychology major. I know for a fact the one thing I really want to do is become a clinical psychologist so I can get a job working with women who have eating disorders. That's my one big thing that I just have to do. My best friend Erin and I keep looking at the University of Chicago. But, it helps having backups, even if the competition in art school seems horrifyingly horrifying.


Love,
Dianna!